That one day in the veterinary room was one that will be stuck in my mind forever. Losing a friend is one of the hardest things to go through. Even though he was dog I consider him a friend. This dog’s name was Max.
Max was a huge, gentle, loving Bullmastiff which my family had gotten when he was old enough to leave his mom and I was five. Even though he was a very lazy dog he was still a really fun dog to have. I remember one day in the yard I wanted to play fetch with him so i threw the ball for him, In the end he grew tired just after he fetched the for the second time. Even though this is a really boring memory it makes me remember what he was like. When you have someone or something in your life you end up creating a bond with that thing, like a toddler with their favorite toy. In my case it was my childhood dog.
When I had just gotten out of 6th grade, my family and I moved to Ventura. My dad and I especially were so excited to take Max out to play at the beach. A few months had passed since we’d moved and we took Max to the veterinarian because something just seemed wrong. We found out that he had diabetes and cancer. From that day on his health worsened rapidly, he started to lose a lot of weight, he was very weak, he had infections on his skin and it had gotten to the point where he didn't want to do anything. It was recommended to give him insulin shots which help for a little bit but then his condition worsened drastically. It was horrible to see him in this condition and so finally my dad said the thing we all tried not to think of, which was to put him down.
I can remember that whole day when we had to put him down like it was yesterday. It was one of the saddest days of my life. We all sat in the car driving to the vet office quietly. when he set his head next to my shoulder i immediately started to cry. I knew that this car ride would be his last, that these moments would die with him. In the back room of the office my family surrounded this dog who had been with us for a long time . I layed on the floor with him with his head pressed against mine. He looked as peaceful as he could ever be when he slowly drifted off to sleep.
What I know is what it is like to lose a friend and family member. I know now to cherish the moments that might not seem to be important at the time. Lastly I know what it’s like to know that no matter how much you love something in the end there will only be memories to have as a connection.
Max was a huge, gentle, loving Bullmastiff which my family had gotten when he was old enough to leave his mom and I was five. Even though he was a very lazy dog he was still a really fun dog to have. I remember one day in the yard I wanted to play fetch with him so i threw the ball for him, In the end he grew tired just after he fetched the for the second time. Even though this is a really boring memory it makes me remember what he was like. When you have someone or something in your life you end up creating a bond with that thing, like a toddler with their favorite toy. In my case it was my childhood dog.
When I had just gotten out of 6th grade, my family and I moved to Ventura. My dad and I especially were so excited to take Max out to play at the beach. A few months had passed since we’d moved and we took Max to the veterinarian because something just seemed wrong. We found out that he had diabetes and cancer. From that day on his health worsened rapidly, he started to lose a lot of weight, he was very weak, he had infections on his skin and it had gotten to the point where he didn't want to do anything. It was recommended to give him insulin shots which help for a little bit but then his condition worsened drastically. It was horrible to see him in this condition and so finally my dad said the thing we all tried not to think of, which was to put him down.
I can remember that whole day when we had to put him down like it was yesterday. It was one of the saddest days of my life. We all sat in the car driving to the vet office quietly. when he set his head next to my shoulder i immediately started to cry. I knew that this car ride would be his last, that these moments would die with him. In the back room of the office my family surrounded this dog who had been with us for a long time . I layed on the floor with him with his head pressed against mine. He looked as peaceful as he could ever be when he slowly drifted off to sleep.
What I know is what it is like to lose a friend and family member. I know now to cherish the moments that might not seem to be important at the time. Lastly I know what it’s like to know that no matter how much you love something in the end there will only be memories to have as a connection.